Oliver was glad he had taken the time to bring some extra clothes to change into. He quickly changed out of his Green Arrow attire and stuffing it and all of Chloe's belongings in Chloe's now only slightly functional bag. "Chloe, you're going to be alright," he said.
"Oliver?" Chloe whispered, her eyes fluttering open, then closed again.
"No, no . . . Chloe, stay awake, okay?" Chloe nodded slightly, but kept drifting back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Oliver rushed to find the nearest security guard at the Daily Planet.
He rushed up to the night guard, completely frantic. "I . . . I need an ambulance for my friend."
"Mr. Queen?" The man asked. "What happened?"
"My fr-friend, sh-she fell through the glass doors up at the roof. Please, she needs help," he said, concerned for Chloe.
"We'll be right on it, Mr. Queen."
Up at the roof, the paramedics loaded Chloe onto a stretcher and took her down into the elevator where an ambulance was waiting parked outside the Daily Planet.
Chloe was in Metropolis General hospital, lying on a bed, still unconscious. "Is she going to be okay?" Oliver asked the doctor.
"Yes, she should be just fine, Mr. Queen. She was very lucky to have been wearing so many layers; otherwise she probably would have gotten a lot of cuts from the glass. She sprained her left wrist pretty badly and she has a concussion. We're just checking to see if she has any brain swelling."
"Thank you so much," he said. "I have to call some people about her," he said, getting out his cell phone. The doctor nodded, and left Oliver. Oliver didn't really want to call his ex-girlfriend, who just happened to be Chloe's cousin Lois, so he got one of the doctors to leave a message on her Daily Planet answering machine. Then Oliver realized he should probably call Clark and tell him. He dialed Clark's cell number and paced in the hallway, waiting for him to pick up.
"Hello?" Clark's booming voice asked.
"Clark? It's Oliver," Oliver said.
"Oliver? What happened?" Clark knew something bad had to have happened, if Oliver was calling him. "Where are you?"
"I'm in Metropolis . . . I'm at Metropolis General . . . it's Chloe, she's in the hospital . . ." he informed him, bracing himself for Clark's reaction.
"WHAT?" Clark nearly yelled. "Why is she in the hospital? Why the hell is she with you? WHAT HAPPENED?"
"Just get here, okay?" He said, hanging up the phone.
"Oliver," Clark said as he walked into the lobby. "What happened?"
"Chloe was helping me intercept some files from Lex . . . and then a masked woman showed up and tried to attack her, and in the struggle, Chloe was thrown through the glass doors."
"How in the world did you let this happen?" Clark said angrily, under his breath.
"I didn't let anything happen!" Oliver exclaimed.
"Then why is my best friend in a hospital bed right now?!" He almost yelled.
The waiting room grew quiet and everyone turned to look at them. Clark closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He walked over to the waiting room chairs and he sat down. He wasn't blaming Oliver; he was blaming himself. He was only taking out his anger on him.
Oliver slowly walked over. He slowly put his hand on his shoulder, "Clark, she's going to be fine."
He nodded. "What's wrong with her?"
"She sprained her wrist and has a concussion," said Oliver. "But other than that, they said that she's fine."
"Good," said Clark. "Is she awake yet? Can I see her?"
"She's not awake yet, but when she does wake up, I'll call you first thing and you can superspeed over here and see her. You should probably get back to Lana."
"That's kind of the thing," admitted Clark. "I just can't hang around the house anymore. It just feels weird talking to Lana now."
"What? Why?" Oliver asked, glancing at Clark curiously. "Before, you were all about getting together with Lana. What happened?"
Clark explained everything that had happened up until Oliver had left with his team. "And I can't talk with her, knowing that the Phantom was living my life with her, for six weeks."
"Six weeks?" Oliver asked incredulously. "Lana and Chloe didn't know it wasn't you for six weeks?"
"Actually Chloe figured it out. Bizarro – that's what she calls him – wasn't acting like me, so she knew something was up."
"That's just like Chloe," said Oliver with a smile. "She knows you better than anyone, Clark." Clark nodded and gave Oliver a small smile back.
"Has anyone called Lois yet?" Clark asked. "I mean I know you wouldn't want to call your ex-girlfriend, but she is Chloe's cousin."
"Yeah, I got one of the doctors to leave a message on her Daily Planet answering machine," said Oliver. "She won't get the message until tomorrow . . . so do you think you could go over to the Talon and tell her?" He asked Clark, who nodded.
"I'm going to tell her, not to come yet because Chloe's still unconscious, and that I'll call her when Chloe wakes up. I don't want her to have to drive all the way to Metropolis," said Clark. "And I know that it'd be awkward for you to see Lois as well," he added, smirking at Oliver, who rolled his eyes and nodded.
Clark supersped to the Talon, and then walked into the coffee shop, up the stairs and to the door, which he rapped on lightly. "Lois?" He asked, knocking a little harder. "Lois, it's Clark. Are you home?"
He heard Lois groan slightly. "Smallville?" She asked, groggily, opening the door, and glaring at Clark. She was wearing pajamas and bunny slippers. "Only you would come at this time," she grumbled sleepily, stepping aside to let him in the apartment. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
Clark stepped inside, noticing that it was 1:00 AM. "I'm really sorry for waking you Lois, but Chloe's in the hospital."
"WHAT?" Lois practically screeched, immediately awake. "Smallville, what happened? Where is she? Is she alright? Did you have something to do with this?" She rattled off a bunch of questions in under a minute.
"She fell through the glass doors at the Daily Planet, she's at Metropolis General Hospital, she's fine . . . she's still unconscious, but she has a sprained wrist and a concussion . . . and no! I didn't have anything to do with it!
"Sorry for jumping to conclusions," mumbled Lois sheepishly. "Why is she at Metropolis General? Why isn't she at Smallville Medical Center?"
"Because the Daily Planet is in Metropolis, and she had just fallen through glass doors, so they didn't want to drive for three hours just to get to SMC."
"Okay," said Lois, "well, let me just get dressed, and you can drive me to Metropolis General."
"Uh . . .um . . ." Clark stuttered. "About that," he started to say.
Lois looked out of the window. "Smallville, why isn't your truck outside?" she asked, looking confused.
"You know, the farm isn't too far away from the Talon . . . I . . . walked," he said. "You know, to get exercise. And, Chloe's still not awake, so, you should get back to sleep. The minute she wakes up I'll call you," said Clark, hoping that Lois was too tired to realize that he had no way of getting to Metropolis General either.
Lois nodded, yawning slightly. "I just hope she's okay," she said. "I mean, tomorrow night, I have to leave for that Journalism Convention, the one she went to last year, and I can't just leave her, especially if she's hurt."
"No Lois," said Clark. "She'll be fine." Lois nodded. "Now, you should get back to sleep," he said. "Bye."
"Bye," said Lois, sounding tired. "Smallville?" she asked. "You'd better call me first thing when she wakes up, or I swear to God, I'll freaking murder you."
Clark laughed. "Okay, bye Lois." He waited till he was outside the apartment and supersped to Metropolis General.
Clark was asleep in a chair in the waiting room of the hospital. Normally, the nurses would get mad and kick people out of they were there late, but since Oliver was there, the nurse knew better than to kick a billionaire out of the hospital, especially after all of the generous donations he gave to Metropolis General. Oliver was asleep in the chair beside his.
"Mr. Queen, Mr. Kent," said the nurse.
Clark woke up immediately, mainly because of his super-hearing, but Oliver was still asleep. "Yes?" he asked.
"You may see Miss Sullivan now," she said, gesturing for Clark and Oliver.
"Oliver," he nudged Oliver. He didn't move at all. He was still sleeping. "OLIVER!" He woke up.
"You don't have to yell," he grumbled as he rubbed his ear.
"Come on." They followed the nurse down the hallway to Chloe's room. "She just woke up," the nurse informed them, opening the door.
"Hi," said Chloe in a soft voice from the hospital bed. Her arm was wrapped up in a tensor bandage, and she had a couple of scrapes on her face and a huge purplish bruise on her forehead. As soon as he saw Chloe, Clark felt tears come to his eyes.
"Hey Chloe," they both said at the same time. "How are you feeling?" Oliver asked, taking a seat in the chair beside the bed. Clark took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Kind of sore, but I'm okay, after all, I did fall through a glass door."
"I'm really sorry Chloe," said Oliver.
"It wasn't your fault," said Chloe. "Really, Oliver," she said, when she noticed that Oliver didn't look so convinced. "And, right now, the only thing wrong with me is the fact that I have the crappiest food ever!" She pointed to the tray, which was on the table next to her bed. There were greasy eggs and bacon, and an English muffin and a carton of milk. "As if the people here weren't sick enough already!" Clark laughed and Oliver cracked a smile. "I'm not eating that. It's disgusting," she declared.
Clark smiled at his friend. "Well, I promised Lois that I would call her when you woke up, so I'll do that, and how about I get you some breakfast as well?" Chloe nodded. "Okay," he said, sliding his cell phone out of the pocket of his jeans.
"Boy Scout, you call Lois and I'll get some breakfast," said Oliver. "You like caramel lattes with a shot of espresso, right?" he asked Chloe. Chloe nodded. "Okay, and that with some pancakes, and bacon that actually looks and smells like bacon would be a good breakfast. I'll get some for Clark and Lois too. I have some work to do, so I'll have it sent to the hospital." he said, leaving the hospital room.
Clark flipped open his cell phone and dialed Lois's number.